“I wanted to find out if they were of any value,” he said. “Are they diamonds?”
“Would you mind stating where you got them?” asked the other of the two men.
“Is that necessary?” inquired the lad. “I came by them in a legitimate manner, if that's what you mean, and I can satisfy you on that point. I am willing to pay for any information you may give me as to their value.”
“Oh, it isn't that,” the proprietor hastened to assure him. “But these are diamonds of such a peculiar kind, so perfect and without a flaw, that I wondered from what part of the world they came.”
“Then they are diamonds?” asked Tom, eagerly.
“The finest I have ever tested!” declared the other man, evidently Mr. Porter, the gem expert. “They are a joy to look at, Mr. Roberts,” he went on, turning to the proprietor. “If it is possible to get a supply of them you would be justified in asking half as much again as we charge for African or Indian diamonds. The Kimberly products are not to be compared to these,” and he looked at the two stones in his hand—the one cut, and sparkling brilliantly, the other in a rough state.
“Do you care to state where these diamonds came from?” asked Mr. Roberts, looking critically at Tom.
“I had rather not,” answered the lad. “It is enough for me to know that they are diamonds. How much is your charge?”
“Nothing,” was the unexpected answer. “We are very glad to have had the opportunity of seeing such stones. Is there any chance of getting any more?”
“Perhaps,” answered Tom, as he accepted the gems which the expert held out to him.